Page 203 of Oracle Returns: Time will Stop

That.

She would be tagging in her husband—the man’s lover. Oh, how tangled this web had become.

What Julian believed to his core was that he didn’t care if permission was asked. Cheating was cheating, but that wasn’t his marriage, and none of his business.

Unless it affected the business.

Which, now, it just might.

Ridge was going to lose it and be in worse condition than before. Losing Wynter was one thing. Her having an affair that they didn’t discuss openly was another.

This was one of those situations of the chicken before the egg or the egg before the chicken. Would she have cheated had Lucian and Ridge not been a couple on a different plane?

Or was she legitimately not happy, and this was going to happen anyway?

Post-partum did wild things to a woman and her emotions. Now, they’d have to brace for the fallout.

“Okay, and Hart said the guy didn’t kill her?” he asked, even though they just said it.

They needed to be sure.

Bishop nodded.

“Again, we asked, and he said no. At first, we thought maybe Wynter was going to out him for banging a patient, but Hart said he didn’t do it. So, unless he’s that strong of a psychic who can change his aura at will…”

Honor went there.

“But then why didn’t he change it all the way so we couldn’t confirm he’d had an affair with her?”

Yeah, there was that.

“So, the consensus between the four of us is that he didn’t do this.”

They all nodded.

This was three days past clusterfuck into whatever was after that on the spectrum of shit.

“Well, that was our morning,” Honor said. “Cheating, love affair, marital discourse, and a side of lies. How about you two?” she asked.

Tori shared, and considering what they found, their information was nothing quite like it.

“We haven’t been having any success regarding following Wynter’s path. She came to the square, and the coffee vendor recalled her, and Amethyst inside the shop did too. Other than that, she didn’t visit any other shops.”

Bishop knew why.

“She met with her lover after the meet-up at his office. They were hooking up every Friday at three after he closed early. So, maybe they showed at the hotel. There’s only one this close to the square.”

Julian sighed.

“I have a headache.”

Well, yeah, welcome to their world.

“Same,” Bishop said.

Tori dug some acetaminophen from her purse and handed them to her friend.

“Bottoms up.”